Mist

After each wrong step

I make here

And I feel I lost a little bit

Of this

What I gained

Before

Or when all art between us

Splashed in plenty little pieces

I wish to learn

This love

From the start

I wish you to teach me

How to speak

To you

To bring you back here

For now

I'm lost in the mist

That your soul

Flows into my own

How to speak to you

Now?

How?

Or maybe just a touch can be a cure

I hope

My love

I hope

That

You will be there

Again

As I wish, as I want, as I need

Please, be there

My dear